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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
June 28, 2011
One week after the longest day
of this endless tragic year
I glance out back
at my budding summer garden
to discover the rain
playing a viola
hosting a surprise party
for the baffled world.
This poem is a treasure. Not too long after another summer solstice, I savor this viola song surprise.
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